soon my pretty, soon...
Mondays suck at the best of times, but after a hectic weekend in winter, they take on a new mehness. Friday was one of the most bizare and hectique days, from the drama at lunchtime at the Spar on Kloof Street when cops chased a thief through the shop, to witnessing a car break in on my road in the evening, and then having my electricity run out halfway through The Mask, all I could do was stay on my couch and ride it out.
Saturday was a whole other ball game – with beautiful weather, and shopping at China Town with my aunt (man I love that place!) and then some work, I joined up with Holly at the Mexican Shabeen. This mad place is a temporary bar that’s been set up for the duration of the World Cup, in the Strand Towers Hotel parking lot. Half price drinks all day, a totally South African and mental vibe, cool tunage, a dancefloor that was pumping at 6PM, and a few too many double vodka Redbulls, and you get the idea of how this place is. We then went through to Neighbourhood to meet Blade. It was a strange night, but not altogether such a bad one… after heading through to Dubliner and a few detours, things *may* have gotten a little hazy. Luckily help was on hand, and I woke up on Sunday morning somewhere on Kloof Nek, relieved and a little hungover, minus my cardigan and minus my Blackberry cover.
Yesterday I somehow managed to get some work done, and fit in a nap. DT tried to lure me out, and if I hadn’t been working, I would have been there in a second, but with no brainz and no concentration, I had to try and get stuff done, and luckily I succeeded.
The less said about today, the better – I hate this weather, and I could really do with more weekend! Able to have a relatively calm one this evening at least, then tomorrow there’s the final comedy night at the Purple Turtle to look forward to. And then… the fun begins on Friday with the Bafana vs. Mexico game!
It’s all so exciting to think that it’s finally here, and while obviously the Brazil team are the ones I’m most interested to see, I’ll also be rooting on Bafana like it’s nobody’s business – am SO proud that we have gotten this far, and even though I haven’t gotten my supporter t-shirt yet, I plan to be screaming my lungs out for our boys on Friday afternoon along with the rest of the country.
Feel it, it is HERE!
She said whaaat?